Episode 27: The Weight of Forgotten Thrones
The sun had long set, but Ayra couldn't sleep.
The boy—no, the prince—sat silently near the campfire, staring at his ring like it was cursed.
> "So… what now?" Ayra finally asked, crossing her arms. "Are you going to explain why a multiverse prince ended up half-dead in the middle of a nowhere kingdom?"
He didn't look at her.
Instead, his voice dropped into a low murmur.
> "My real name… is Caelum."
> "I was born in the Imperial Nexus, where stars were used to write royal decrees and void beasts guarded the gates."
> "My father was the Multiverse King. But his throne was... contested."
> "My uncles wanted power. I was the next in line. So, when I turned five, they tried to erase me. My mother… she hid me inside a time capsule and sent me into the unknown."
Ayra was quiet. The flames crackled between them.
> "That's how I ended up here. With no memories… just this ring."
> "And you?" he asked suddenly, his eyes now locking with hers. "Who are you really?"
Ayra raised an eyebrow.
> "Me? Just a girl who used to be an athlete in a Type-3 civilization, then got reborn with powers that can blink entire omniverses out of existence. You know… average stuff."
Caelum's face was blank.
Ayra grinned.
> "Also, I've started talking to the readers and annoying my author. Right, Author?"
> Hey, stop exposing my plot holes like that, Ayra!
> "Then fix them," she said with a smug smirk.
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Meanwhile: In a Secret Room of the Universal Organization
Velian knelt before a hologram—a robed figure with no face, only stars swirling inside the hood.
> "I've located the heir."
> "And the girl?" the figure asked.
> "Ayra… she is beyond any recorded classification. Even our power matrix cannot calculate her true potential."
> "Then she is the true anomaly," the voice echoed, darker now.
> "Proceed with the silent protocol. No interference—yet. But prepare the Shadow Echoes. If the Council moves…"
> "We move."
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Back With Ayra and Caelum
A gentle breeze passed, but Ayra felt the weight in the air.
They weren't just two lost souls anymore.
They were symbols—living links to something massive.
> "So," Ayra said softly, "what do we do now?"
Caelum looked at her, then at the stars.
> "We stop running."
> "We build strength."
> "And when the time comes… we take back what's ours."
Ayra cracked her knuckles, her eyes flashing with power.
> "Finally. Some real action."
> Don't go too wild, Ayra—this is only Episode 27.
> "Yeah, yeah… but they're not ready for what's coming next. We aren't even ready…"
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